The woman spoke these words as her slender index finger rested on Qiao Jianbo's chest.
The next second, the man's eyes snapped open, and his hand firmly grasped the woman's restless one, his gaze icy, "Get out of here."
Tears flowed from the woman's pain.
It was as if he had become a different person. She dared not stay any longer, fearing that Qiao Jianbo might kill her at any moment.
She ran out in such a hurry that she even forgot to take her purse, but now that she had run out of the room, what should she do?
Her purse was still inside.
She hesitated, not knowing whether to go back for her purse, but after some thought, she still felt she shouldn't offend Qiao Jianbo.
She steeled herself and went up to the front desk, asking the staff there to keep an eye out for her purse when cleaning the room the next day.
The front desk looked puzzled, "Miss, why don't you just go in and get your purse?"
"It's inconvenient for me."
